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Fifteen

On day fifteen my wonderful family and I took a trip to the pumpkin patch. An awesome place called Silo Christmas Tree Farm, whom at Halloween has pumpkins and in the spring has an Easter egg hunt. It is one of the oldest dairy farms in central Texas, although no longer used for milking cows. A very magical kind of place, where the ground is very rocky, the trees are tall and twisted and the sun always casts a flattering light. It is owned by an old couple who love it dearly and make sure that everyone on the hay ride gets to hear its story. Speaking of hay ride, day fifteen’s photo is my son and I on said ride. We have always taken photos together, just as I take them with my daughter now. He is a budding photographer himself and below is one of his photos.

 “A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.”  ~Honoré de Balzac

     One of the twisted trees with some of the baby Christmas trees.

My son’s photo of the 50 ft. silo.

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Fourteen

The night before I had gone outside to throw the frisbee for the dog. The sun was setting and I stumbled upon some lovely little wild flowers in the burnt grass. I took quite a few photos of them, below is the best one.

As I was about to head in for the night I decided to take a few shots of myself with the background as the setting sun-lite sky and landscape. I was a bit hard, had to have a low shutter speed, since there was very little light and I was hand holding the camera, as usual. I managed to get a couple of keepers though. The next day, day fourteen, proved to be one of those days when I never had time to take any photos. I pulled this one up in Photoshop and did my usual editing. Recently on deviantART I had seen some photos where the photographer had added a black border instead of a white, like many people do, and it looked so nice. I decided to try it out on this one and am rather pleased with it. I have already used it with another photo that I took from the pumpkin patch this past weekend, see below.

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” ~Rabindranath Tagore